You lie so easily. To my face. Over the phone. In messages.
I know every time you lie, but I have never said a word… why? Because underneath the whole facade there are times you break down and show me who’s actually there. And underneath it all, I know there’s just a scared, insecure individual.
And then again, maybe I’m just a little scared, too.
Typical conversation with my parents:
“Oh, he just got out of jail for embezzlement, and he went to go see his father, and he got shot… now his brother, on the other hand, can’t seem to keep his pants on.”
“Who are you talking about?!”
“Adam and Nick.”
“Adam and Nick, who?”
“And we know them how?”
…they were soap opera characters.
Something has been bothering me lately, and the only thing I can do, really, is vent here and continue about my day.
Why is it that many people only act like they care about you if they are benefiting from you in some way? I have always lived my life as honestly as possible, meaning, if I do something for you or if I show I care about you, I truly do.
But lately, I have noticed that people have been coming and going in my life according to what I am able to give them. I spend my life giving what I can to help others. If I trust you and consider you a friend, I give over 100%… But why do others feel it’s okay to take advantage of that? What is wrong with people today that they become so selfish that all they do is take-take-take and never even try to give back.
I’m not saying I want anything in return. I’m actually quite awkward receiving any gifts or compensation, and I do honestly get joy out of seeing I have helped another person in some way. But what about a thank you? What about your giving me the chance to talk to someone when I need it? Don’t you think I need to talk sometimes, too?
What bothers me the most is that most of the relationships I’ve had in the past, friends or otherwise, have ended because they have taken advantage of me. When I see that is all the individual is doing, I cut them out of my life completely. I never talk to them again… mainly because it hurts too much to know that they were okay with hurting me while all I wanted to do was give all I could to help them…
And I really don’t want to do that again.
Funny that when I need to talk to someone they can never seem to respond. However, I’m always there for them. Always. ALWAYS.
Something seem wrong there?